We went to check out the “Who Shot Rock & Roll" photo exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum but found it to be overwhelmingly crowded and underwhelmingly curated. The show was pretty meh, but hey, remember how cute The Beatles were?
Everyone knows that I am to music, what MacKenzie is to television. I enjoy it, but I don’t get off on discovering new musicians or bands or acts or whatever the kids are calling them these days. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a big old nap! Praise Gaga I have friends in touch with the audible cultural zeitgeist like Garrett Greer. We went to the VV Brown show at Spaceland, which was delightful. I was drunk, she sang a song about how horrible men are and a group of random Spanish girls told me I was “gorgeous.” What more could I have wanted out of the weekend?